Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads:  Out of Standard-Fire From a Different Sun (posted by Isadora Gruye
As friends in northern hemisphere are entering the colder, darker months of autumn and winter, friends in the southern hemisphere are heading toward the hot summer months. That is why today’s challenge will focus on the heat that sustains us in the winter and that we celebrate in the summer. Only……there is a catch.


The challenge – write a poem about a fire that doesn’t come from flames or the sun. Bonus points awarded for those who are able to avoid using the words “fire” “flames” or any fiery imagery.

There is lust–
flushed skin, drumming heart.
Hard to quench
desire’s burn
unless you have learned the art
of freezing your heart.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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3 Responses to Desire

  1. Kerry O'Connor says:

    Not an art to be sniffed at, I believe, so long as one allows a thaw now and then.

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  2. A frozen heart,
    love cannot part.



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